Kaiba inhaled Yami's sweet breath and trailed his lips down a slender neck, where a tendon was stiff as Yami kept swallowing and tensing.
Frowning, Kaiba pulled away and searched Yami's face for signs of distress. "What? The girl cop piss you off that much?"
The girl cop…! Yami bit back a delirious laugh and quickly planted a kiss to Kaiba's cheek before pushing him away to stand, his head rushing as a sudden dizziness overcame him, and he wobbled at the odd feeling, his own feet swimming in his vision. The red polish on his toes gleamed at him, and his ears rang tinny as he heard Kaiba calling out to him, circling him, shaking him, and then trying to pull him back to the couch, but he wasn't present anymore.
Marik and his team were going to hit the VIP event on the 17th at the Domino Met Hotel.
He knew what this was.
This was the Summit Challenge.
And they were coming here to do their disgusting bloodshed!
"Hey…! Yami, are you okay? —Isono, bring some wine!" Kaiba called over his shoulder, anxiously easing Yami back onto the couch but Yami was as cold as a statue, zoning out in a strange way, the way he would zone out himself when he made a sudden breakthrough in his work and had to rush to give it a finishing touch.
Maybe Yami figured something out?
Well, Yami had been relaxing a lot lately, not even managing his money 'for fun'.
He was used to waking up to account notifications from Yami moving stuff around to 'maximize investments' and he knew it was a soft-form gambling with his disposable income, so he let it go.
But this Statue Yami was weird, especially since he'd never encountered him before.
Kaiba shook him again, his fingertips curling into his upper arms to give him a tight squeeze.
"Yami? ...Come back…."
Yami blinked and grit his teeth, clenching his fists at his sides, taking a deep breath, seeing Isono come up the stairs with a tray of wine, and he shook his head slowly.
He needed to be sober.
Anzu would willingly hand over the building blueprints.
He could case out the streets around the hotel now, and station yakuza strategically alongside police.
The message was: misbehave in my territory and die.
The motto was the same: kill them before they killed him.
This move would bring him out of hiding and alert everyone that he was staying permanently in Japan, so maybe he could do it discreetly, with a different style.
He wouldn't stop to question if murdering anyone who got in the way of his happiness was moral.
This was about Mokuba's security in this country too.
If they failed to hit Seto Kaiba, they would attempt Mokuba Kaiba at another time.
They were like a disease. They kept coming back until he severed their limbs to stop the spread.
"He's having an episode or…something," Kaiba muttered, bending down to peer into Yami's face which had gone blank and impassive as he stared at nothing in the distance, his eyes dark.
It sent a chill down his spine. Fuck that cop, seriously.
She had set Yami off about something….
"Yami?" Kaiba tried again, almost about to kiss him again when Yami's eyes sharpened, and he came back to the present.
"I'm here," Yami said automatically, aware that his departure had been obvious, and the alarmed looks Isono and Kaiba gave him almost broke his heart.
He hated those looks on his companions. It was a horrible cycle.
People who wore those expressions in his presence usually died—never at his hands.
He would change that. Because he had the power to do so now.
So this meant extreme caution, and no holds-barred, all-out, extermination war.
Marik and his team were a danger to him while they remained alive, and he'd sleep better at night knowing they were gone.
It was either them, or himself and the Kaiba family.
And it's going to be them, Yami growled, turning away from Kaiba to walk down the steps, hearing Kaiba call out after him, "hey! What the fuck?! Wine and…maybe a manicure while you tell me what the fuck happened?"
Yami turned to give him a strained smile over his shoulder.
"I need a walk," Yami said quietly, and he turned to head down the stairs to get dressed, no longer relaxed.
He could feel Kaiba following him loyally, and his gut wrenched.
"Fine. I need a walk too. What's up?" Kaiba asked nervously as he reached out to touch Yami's elbow and felt him stiffen, and that made his heart sink. This sucked. His carefree Yami was gone again. He should've known when he saw the sapling left out by the fence beside a half-dug hole.
He hated how he recognized this robot Yami, having met him once before….4 months ago for the first time, and he was making an appearance again.
"I'll tell you in a moment," Yami replied as he walked into his closet and shed his bathrobe, aware of Kaiba's eyes following him lustfully in the full-length mirrors, but he couldn't feel anything in return other than a cold knot of dread.
Kaiba crossed his arms and legs tightly as he sat in the middle of the lounge, watching Yami put on a pair of dark slacks, slip on a crisp shirt and gracefully flit a navy tie around his neck while his other arm reached for a vest and blazer.
H-Hey…Why did it look like he was getting dressed for…work?!
"Got a hot date?" Kaiba asked dryly, thinking he would call the cop to give her a piece of his mind, and send her a restraining order. Yami was retired! Why was she pulling him in to work for the goddamn police?! Just because he could shoot a gun?
"Yep, with a rooftop, some Yakuza, and the construction site across the way from the Domino Met Hotel," Yami said robotically, tying the tie around his neck with stiff fingers while he eyed the setting sun outside the towering windows. It was almost rush hour at the crossing.
The timing was good.
"Rooftop romance with gangsters. Love that movie," Kaiba said sarcastically, and Yami met his gaze in the mirror and held it, giving him a brief heart clench. W-What?!
"You're funny and I love you," Yami said, almost sounding like an automated message. "I'm going out and I'll be back by midnight—"
"Are you bringing a gun?" Kaiba asked testily, hating how his stomach was churning at the way Yami's hands floated over the glass case full of watches, and he selected a silver one with a cold, platinum dial. Sexy. Hot. Cute. Why was he leaving?!
"If you lift my gun restriction, I will happily bring one," came Yami's stoic reply, and Kaiba shook his head in disbelief, understanding that Yami was going walk into a gangster meeting unarmed, just because he'd imposed 'gun sobriety' rule in an attempt to get Yami to relax.
Well, he was super unrelaxed right now, gun or no gun.
"Are you going to tell me why you're off to a meeting all of a sudden?" Kaiba asked with a growl, tapping his foot against the plush carpet as Yami strode past him and lifted a pair of sharp, heeled dress shoes out of the closet stands, and his eyes watered when he watched Yami step into them and then face the mirror, having morphed into an intimidating mob boss.
His shoulders were sharp, and his silhouette was commanding.
Bathrobe Yami was preferable to this scary, suit-wearing one.
"If I tell you, will you lose sleep about it for an entire week?" Yami replied with a stiff smile, and Kaiba swallowed thinly.
Fuck.
Yes?! How could he not?!
He'd only just started sleeping well again since the stressful docks kidnapping that happened 4 months ago. Mokuba had suffered some nightmares too, asking to sleep in his room—at age 12 which was way too old for coed sleeping—and intruding on his time with Yami in bed….
"Then I will tell you closer to the day so you'll be the most rested," Yami said, already knowing it was a mistake to say that, because Kaiba's eyes widened so much, he could see the whites all around his blue irises.
"Love you," Yami made sure to say it again, like it was a good luck charm, since he never had anyone to say it to, he would say it as many times as he needed to make himself feel better.
S-Sure…?! "Love you too," Kaiba tensed and watched Yami stride out of the closet and disappear, making him feel cold all over as he sat in under the warm lights beaming down from the glittering chandelier above. Fuck.
Robot Yami was back, which meant Murder Yami was following soon.
He recognized this pattern now, having seen it once before. Damn it.
The next few days dragged by in an agonizingly slow pace for Kaiba.
As he suspected, carefree Yami had vanished, leaving him with a muted individual who would be silent at mealtimes, politely react to Mokuba's rants about school, politely listen to his work meeting rants, and then politely refuse to have sex with him, even when the entire house was asleep and they were both wide awake at 3AM.
But their roles had flipped, and Kaiba found it annoying. Instead of him being at his desk until 1AM, Yami wasn't in bed until 4AM sometimes. Presumably working.
He'd disappear for hours at a time after 11 PM. Mokuba and the entire house would be asleep, and Kaiba would see Yami doing laps around the property, jogging, then he would disappear again, jogging out the gates, and then return to lift a couple weights in the newly built gym until 6AM, which was odd, because Kaiba had run into Yami on his weightlifting bench when he sleepily walked in for his morning workout.
He was learning stuff about Yami he'd never known in the whole two and a half years he'd been living with him.
Yami worked out.
Yami ate cleanly, almost too clean.
Yami was fast at running, like holy shit. He'd timed a lap Yami had done around his property and couldn't believe his own eyes, or the time stamp in the upper corner of the surveillance camera.
Yami never slept at a normal human hour. And in the rare moments he was asleep, the electronic pad he kept beside him on the nightstand was full of nonsensical calculations on a notepad that he left open and didn't bother to hide.
Yami had stopped drinking wine and anything containing sugar completely.
Even giving up coffee. It was wild to witness. Mokuba didn't notice it, because the kid was too self-involved with middle school angst, and Isono was probably happy for one less thing to do.
If he didn't know any better, it was almost like Yami was preparing for an athletic marathon…and it was pissing him off. He knew this was all that cop Anzu's fault.
He was sex-starved and pissed.
Time to take it out on her.
Since he was at work with a lull between meetings, he felt like yelling at someone. She would do.
Snatching up the phone, he dialed the precinct number and an operator picked up.
"Hello, this is not an emergency number. If there's anything—"
"This is Seto Kaiba," Kaiba interrupted the operator icily, wondering if he could even get through to her. He should've taken her business card, or hell, used the phone Yami had tethered to her, but that brick was at home in a steel drawer somewhere.
The operator fell silent, so Kaiba didn't hesitate to lay his demands down. "Get that Chief of national security on the phone. Mazaki. I have something to say to her."
"Right away, Mr. Kaiba. We have you listed as a priority—"
"SHUT the fuck up and transfer me!" Kaiba shouted into the receiver, his ears burning with rage as he sorely missed having a warm, happy, smiling Yami in his bed to help him relieve the fucking stress. Hardcore Yami sucked.
His secretary outside heard the shout and bit the inside of her lip.
Mr. Kaiba had been on edge all week long…
It was a miracle he hadn't shouted at her yet for something insignificant.
After a few dull beeps and two rings, Anzu picked up, sounding breathless. "Mr. Kaiba—"
"FUCK YOU!" Kaiba shouted, rising to his feet to face the glittering view of Domino City beneath him, his rage bubbling over. "Whatever the fuck you told Yami, it broke him. He's completely abnormal now and it's your fault."
There was a tense silence, and Anzu replied, "w-what do you mean it broke him? Also, keep in mind, that our calls are recorded and monitored, Mr. Kaiba, so don't curse at me like that again please—"
"Or you'll what?! I have a restraining order with your name on it! Don't ever drop by unannounced like that again!" Kaiba snarled, clenching his fist and pressing his knuckles tightly against the cold glass of the window until it burned. "He stopped having sex with me since you came by two weeks ago. I fucking hate you."
Ohhhh, Anzu felt her mouth twitching upwards into a smile, and her new partner gave her a questioning look, listening on the other line, and she shook her head at him, making a paper-signing motion in the air, telling him that this was the NDA she had signed when leaving the Kaiba Mansion. Her team had pressed her about it, and even offered to hire lawyers to break the contract, knowing that Yami, a.k.a Atem was 'working for' the CEO.
But she didn't like how it sounded as if Kaiba was accusing her of blue balling him.
"How is your sex life my problem, exactly?" Anzu asked lightly, seeing her partner bend over his desk and press his fist into his teeth in a half-laugh and grimace. "This invalidates the NDA I signed since you're willingly talking about it over a recording—"
"FUCK!"
Kaiba's shout made her ear drum ache, and Anzu pulled the phone away from her ear, giving her partner a grimace which was returned with a half shrug, quietly mouthing, "AT-EM".
Right. Back to the…known criminal the CEO was living with….
"How is he broken exactly?" Anzu asked nervously, not expecting Kaiba to reply, but the CEO ranted at her, sounding slightly unhinged.
"He's not sleeping. He's not eating what he normally eats. He's going for night jogs. He's lifting weights?! Explain that?! Who is he getting hot for?! What the fuck did you say to him?!"
Anzu's partner let out an audible laugh, and Kaiba on the other end froze, his blood running cold.
Right. He was a marked caller, which meant the entire police department had him on speaker and was listening to him rant about this—fucking A.
He hung up by slamming the phone back down on the receiver and let his breath out in a tight sigh. Shit. And he was the one to nag Yami about not giving info to the goddamn police.
Anzu pulled the phone away from her ear again and frowned at the disconnected notification. Very suave. What did fangirls see in Seto Kaiba exactly?
"What a dickhole," her partner said with a brash grin. "So now you can talk about it. The NDA was a gay relationship. I can see why Seto Kaiba doesn't want it gettin' out. Nice."
Anzu tucked her phone away and nodded, thinking that it was nice…that Atem was taking her seriously. It sounded like he was preparing to show up and was putting himself in good shape to do so. How…considerate of him?
It made her feel better about the red nail polish.
Time to prepare for him to join her team, silently.
"Okay. He's on board," she said, turning to glance at the heads lowered at the desks behind her to announce this loudly, and heads raised respectfully the moment she started speaking. "We have all hands for this effort, so the patterns are as follows. Yakuza will be popping on the streets nearby, don't interact with them unless they speak to you first. If any of your contacts mentions this event, write it all down and put it on my desk. Meanwhile… Someone bring me the building blueprints, and let's mail it to the Kaiba Mansion by express, or have someone deliver it—"
"I'll do ittt!" Her new partner sang, raising his hand cheerfully and waving it. "I'll go right now."
Anzu gave him a tight nod and palmed her phone unconsciously again, wondering if Yami would pick up the burner phone he'd given her. She'd bring it with her everywhere now, just in case.
Yami had just finished patting the dirt neatly around the tree sapling when Isono came jogging up behind him, and his stomach twisted.
He couldn't have a moment of peace to plant this damn tree.
He tried, and this was the result.
Turning around with a tired sigh, Yami noticed the manservant heaving a big brown box at his feet, the sides marked with police station insignia, and his heart clenched.
Anzu…
"YOOOOOOOOOO… This place is amaaaazing!"
Not Anzu.
Yami gripped the shovel harder, resisting the urge to throw at the intruder. It was a cadet? Or someone she worked with, wearing his badge openly on his belt while he staggered around on the grass to glance up at the multiple balconies towering overhead. He had light blond hair and a dopey grin on his face.
"Can we help you?" Yami asked testily, and he felt Isono backing away respectfully to remove himself as a witness. "Who are you and introduce yourself properly."
"Oh! Ah heya…" The cadet whipped his badge off his belt and bowed with a dramatic sweep of his hand, giving Yami an extremely unprofessional air about him as he crowed, "I am Jounouchiiii Katsuyaaaa, or you can call me Joey for short! Defender of da' nation! I was recently promoted ta'…head assistant of the Chief Security officer, Miss Anzu."
Yami narrowed his eyes and wondered if this was Anzu's tactic to lower his guard, because he was tired, and it was working…
This 'Joey for short' was a high-ranking agent, with the attitude of a cadet.
"Defender of da' nation", good gods.
But this guy was someone she picked, maybe as a trauma-reaction to her previous partner.
Yami was about to ask a question about the boxes when Jounouchi caught him completely off guard with his own question.
"Do ya guys have a pizza oven and can I use it?"
Yami blinked and gripped the shovel harder, feeling his knees giving out and a laugh climbing up his throat. W-What…?!
"The big brick thingy I walked by. Can ya make pizza, like the fire-roasted kind in it?!" Jounouchi asked with a furious head nod. "I know how to throw dough. Wanna see?"
Yami was about to say 'yes' when he realized…this was why this man had been picked.
He was completely disarming, so much that the moment he asked about pizza, Yami hadn't thought to pat him down. But his gun was hanging so obviously from a holster underneath his blazer….
I can deal with him, Yami thought as he nodded and set the shovel aside, giving the box on the ground a nudge with the tip of his foot.
"I'll call a chef down here to throw dough with you, while you tell me what's in these boxes," Yami said easily, striding past the agent and feeling him bounding after him in excitement.
"DUDE! Really? Oh shit…" The agent spun around to pick up the box, scrambling to follow him inside the house, but in his excitement, his toe caught on the top bevel of the stone steps leading back into the kitchen, and he fell on his stomach with a loud oof!
A binder, a yellow folder of files, and a couple of mailing tubes spilled out and rolled across the shiny floors, sending Isono to go running after them.
"Owie," Jounouchi winced as he nervously rubbed his stinging elbows, his ribs hurting from that fall. Jeez, the whole house was a hazard. Anzu had said there were cameras everywhere. Heck, the step was his downfall.
Yami ignored him and used the house phone to call the chef down from the third floor, secretly in turmoil about this inexperienced, clumsy agent who might be acting this way on purpose.
He recognized the files and the tubes.
Anzu had kindly provided him with the building plans when usually he would have to obtain them illegally. She was serious about having his help.
Isono placed the box on the ground by the stone coffee table, so Yami moved to inspect the contents while the agent cheered loudly behind him, introducing himself to the chef in a loud voice that echoed three floors up.
"Eyyy buddaaay! I'm Joey. Can ya make us some dough so we can throw it? …Ooo hey, can you film me doing it?! I wanna impress a girl."
Shaking his head to himself, Yami wondered what level of twisted hatred he'd see on Kaiba's face once he realized another cop was in his house, and this one was somehow more intolerable than Anzu. He wanted to film something inside the Kaiba Mansion without signing something first.
Kaiba would lose his shit.
He pulled the rolled-up plans out of the tubes and set them down on the coffee table, weighing the ends down with the decorative rocks that were laying around and tucking another edge underneath the rounded, white base of a pretty vase.
It gave him an odd head rush. He was usually looking at plans in the dingy light of his storage unit, in a hotel room, or on the go somewhere in a car.
Having space to lay out the entire thing while surrounded by luxury almost made the contrast of his horrible task all the more horrifying. He was beginning to prefer the darkness and privacy. Maybe this was a sign that this job would be different.
Plans that he inspected on the go always turned out to be the bloodiest.
Plans he studied in hotel rooms turned out to be the most high-profile.
Plans he pulled out to read in the car were last-minute, fast-cash hits.
This was the first time plans were spread out in such a nice setting, in a place he called home. The reality of that was hitting Yami harder than anything, he couldn't register all the little numbers and letters and outlines on the paper.
What did this mean if plans were being set out so nicely? Did it mean the job would go nicely or the complete opposite? Either way it was lulling him into going soft—
"OH oops! Forgot ta give you this!" The agent came rushing over to him, giving Yami a mild rush of anxiety when the man held his flour-covered fist out and stood way too close. W-What….
"USB. Fulla that stuff, I dunno," Joey said as he dropped the flash drive unceremoniously with a clack! atop the blueprints and rushed back to help the chef roll out the dough, happy about having a break in the middle of the day. Anzu had told him all about her spa day with Atem, so he was quick to cash in on a guy's version of that.
Heck, this guy had money, food, a chef, and he was still on the clock for interacting with an international criminal who was 'peaceful'. So, win-win-win-win.
Yami blinked at the flour handprint on the blueprint plastic, feeling like he was in an odd dream. He'd been grueling away to put himself into shape for the event, and this guy just…walked around like this every day? Tripping into people's homes while carrying restricted information?
Brushing the flour off the plastic, Yami pocketed the flashdrive and sank shakily into the couch to stare at the plans, still not seeing it because his mind refused to acknowledge it. He was listening to Joey laugh at a joke with the chef while the sound of dough slapping filled the air.
"…And then she told me that if I could throw some dough, we'd go on a second pizza date!"
Wham! The dough hit the countertop, and another slap followed as Joey obviously tried to copy him.
Wham!
"She'll see you throwing it—yes, Mr. Katsuya, just like that!"
Wham!
"Like 'dis? Oh yuck, hang on, I think I got it!"
Wham!
Wham!
I can't work like this, Yami thought dully as he raised his gaze to watch the two men bent over the countertop while Isono stood at attention by the sliding glass doors of the garden, watching with an expressionless face hidden by dark sunglasses.
Kaiba would kill them all if he knew this was happening in his own home while he was at work.
Sighing, Yami decided to look at the plans later and give the agent his full attention.
He got up and sat down at the counter opposite to the floury mess that was happening before him and smiled in amusement. Fine. This was a bit entertaining.
"So uh…" Joey kneaded the dough furiously while the chef beside him did the same. "Atem, can I call ya that?"
"No. My name is Yami. I don't know anyone named Atem," Yami replied calmly, drumming his fingers against the marble countertop, watching the agent's reaction.
"Okay me neither," Jounouchi replied without skipping a beat. "Do ya need anything else? Cuz I can call my boss and ask them to deliver it. I mean, I'll deliver it. I'll come back, I mean—ya know what I mean."
"How long have you been on the force?" Yami asked, thinking he would talk to Anzu directly to avoid this man.
"Since I was 5." Jounouchi answered seriously, his eyes glowing as he watched the chef stretch out the dough and toss it into the air with a practiced hand, and he stepped back with his own arm outstretched. "Watch out world!"
Yami made a motion to duck under the counter, and he received an offended look.
"I'm not gonna toss it at ya! I got aim! I wanna eat this, yaknow?" And he tossed it into the air and caught it again in the same, giant lump, and Yami bit the tip of his tongue. Hilarious. Kaiba might enjoy this…
The chef reached over to guide him kindly, and Jounouchi managed to toss the dough up four times before the chef confiscated it, telling him that it was being 'overworked'.
"So can I make another one?" He asked boldly, and Yami let out a strangled laugh.
"How many people are eating these pizzas?" The chef asked seriously, turning to give Yami a respectful head nod.
"Anyone can eat it! I'll eat it!" Joey cried, thumping his flour-covered fist on the counter. "I'm not leavin' till I throw one properly! And until there was proof of it!"
Oh no, Yami thought with a dry smile, and he braced himself for chaos.
A few hours passed pleasantly, with Yami finding himself he was able to relax a bit more around Joey. Mokuba came home from school, barely spared them a glance after grabbing a slice from Joey's third pizza, then announced he was going over to a friend's house to play a video game.
Five steaming pizzas were made until Joey managed to throw the dough in a satisfactory way, and Yami had to make him sign the classic Kaiba Mansion NDA before Jounouchi could film himself tossing dough in the air for a short, 3 second clip, on mute, and with no one else in the shot, with no recognizable countertops, no reflective surfaces.
Yami's mouth watered at the sight, but he held out. Two more days… Then he could go back to eating whatever he wanted—
"Have a slice. C'mon, stop droolin' at it," Joey said airily, picking one up to bite into it. "One slice won't kill ya."
No, but it might kill someone else because I slipped up, Yami thought cheerfully as he smiled kindly.
"Thank you, but I'm on a diet."
"Why?" Joey asked loudly with his mouth pouched full of food, aching to take a picture of his pizza masterpieces, but remembered his phone had been confiscated after making the 3-second video.
"Because I'm trying to fit into a suit," Yami lied with a fluid smile. "For an event."
As if he didn't know. Either this agent was being stupid on purpose or…
"A suit or a skin? Cuz ya look pretty fit already, bud." Joey said perceptively, and Yami blinked, nearly falling off the stool in shock.
Yami made a mental note never to underestimate Joey again and kept the casual smile on his face.
"You're right. And it's not one I wear often."
"Do ya hafta wear it?" Joey picked up another slice and bit into it, chewing thoughtfully as he noticed the plans had gone untouched on the table behind Atem's slender shoulders. "Looks like you don't wanna."
Very perceptive, Yami nodded and put on a serious face.
"I don't want to. But people I love are being threatened. I will wear it as many times as they need me to," Yami said firmly, scanning Joey from the top of his head to the bottoms of his slightly-worn slacks. "Why do you serve on the force? I'm sure you have someone you love too."
"Yeah, my lil sis. I'd show you a pic if I had my phone." Joey puffed his chest out proudly and then noticed the sun was setting bright orange over the tops over garden walls. Ohhhh crap! Anzu said to be back before 7! Fudge.
"You need to leave?" Yami raised his eyebrows knowingly when he saw Joey's demeanor change instantly from relaxed to frantic panic, his brown eyes darting to the door, to the pizza, and to the door again. He was like an open book…
"Y-Yeah, crud! Hey, can I take these pizzas with me?! I made 'em with pride!" Joey turned to hastily douse his hands in water under the sink, soaking the edges of his sleeves and cursing. "FUDGE! Aghgnhghgn… Wet, wet, paper towel… Got it."
Grumbling to himself, Joey patted his shirt sleeves and tried to wring them out over the sink, but they weren't wet enough.
Yami watched this performance without blinking. He now feared the Jounouchi who wielded a gun, especially if this was what he was like when not wielding one.
It was a completely different fear, but still a fear nonetheless.
Yami hastily helped stack the pizzas into boxes, and walked the agent out the door just as Kaiba's black limo was pulling up around the fountain, and Yami's heart clenched with dread.
To his relief, Joey got into a ratty, beige-colored Lexus with beat-up wheels and tossed the pizza boxes unceremoniously into the passenger seat before he changed his mind and struggled to buckle them in. For safety.
Kaiba got out of the limo to stare at the annoying pizza delivery man Yami had obviously called for but had sent back, because he was clearly incompetent.
Joey saluted Yami out the window and barely acknowledged Seto Kaiba as he backed the car up, tail-end first to perform a slow, 5-point turn on the sloped cement driveway.
After an agonizing two minutes, he managed to get out the front gates…when he could've just driven around the fountain without needing to back up so many times.
Yami swallowed his laughter, hanging onto the door while watching Kaiba's face change colors.
"What did you order? And I hope you're complaining," Kaiba growled, sniffing and smelling the scent of basil and baked bread lingering on Yami's clothes. "Did you eat anything from that one-brain-celled imbecile?"
"No, I'm on a…diet," Yami said with a laugh, finally feeling himself loosening up as Kaiba continued to glare angrily over his shoulder at the gates that were already closed. "Did you want a pizza our chef made instead?"
Because he could tell Kaiba was very close to popping a nerve already. He wasn't going to tell him that the 'pizza delivery guy' was an agent and had spent the last three hours here making pizza in their downstairs kitchen while still on the clock.
"No. I'm not in the mood for pizza." Kaiba growled, thinking he was more in the mood for sex, and if Yami pushed him away again today, he might just scream.
Yami smiled sympathetically and followed Kaiba up the steps, resting his hand on the CEO's stiff elbow. "Bad day?"
"Oh yeah," Kaiba muttered, trying not to think about his humiliating phone call to Anzu.
"Tell me about it. I'll listen." Yami offered as he walked into Kaiba's room behind him and watched him meticulously take off his clothes, aiming for the shower, and he knew the CEO was emotionally chafing because they hadn't had sex in a few days.
Kaiba didn't want him to be there to listen.
Their rhythm was usually every other day, or default—every day.
Maybe even twice a day if he was really pent up.
It was never almost an entire week without.
"Nothing to tell," Kaiba answered shortly as he unbuttoned his shirt with a swift movement of his hands and tossed it aside, brushing past Yami as he walked into the bathroom, trying to remain pleasant, but his bad mood was leaking everywhere.
The past few days had been this way.
He'd offer to fuck, and Yami would decline, offering instead to sit outside the shower while he ranted about his day.
And he wouldn't know when Yami wanted to snap out of 'work mode'.
He'd asked sometime two days ago.
Yami had replied with, "unsure. I'm still counting."
And Kaiba had asked him if he was counting days, and Yami replied eerily with, "no. people."
Yikes.
He stood under the blast of hot water, willing himself to relax, and jumped in surprise when he felt Yami brushing up against him from behind, so he turned around eagerly, only to see Yami only sharing the water with him, intently washing himself and cleaning off dirt from his lower calves.
Hey… Did that mean he finished planting those trees, finally?
"What did you do all day?" Kaiba asked, dreading the answer, so he decided to focus on Yami's legs instead, and stare intently at his neatly groomed area, wishing his dick would go up so it would be a sign, meaning they could fuck. Maybe.
Yami pressed the soap into his skin and replied, "I tried to relax. Then work came up. No peace for me. I did finally plant that last tree. Quite happy about that. The maples should mature nicely next spring."
Kaiba grit his teeth and said nothing.
"But after today, I'm ready to brief you on what you need to do," Yami said quietly, and Kaiba blinked. What.
"You can tell me what to do to you right now," Kaiba breathed, his body burning the more he stared at Yami's balls swinging merrily between the nice gap in his thighs.
Yami let out a huff of laughter and saw a pale hand come groping his way, sneaking between his legs and underneath his balls to give him a tight, demanding squeeze that made his head spin. Oh no…
He hadn't even glanced at the building plans. But he knew he was neglecting Kaiba while he organized the city's yakuza to prepare for the event.
"Fuck your stupid diet and your new workout schedule," Kaiba growled into Yami's ear, giving it a firm bite, pushing the tip of his dick against a wet thigh and feeling Yami tense. "And don't say you're busy. I have you here right now. Touch me."
But I am busy, Yami swallowed thinly and slowly reached his hand down to rest it atop Kaiba's heated erection, giving the head a loving pat and smirked. "We'll do it really quickly—"
He was silenced with a rough kiss, and Yami's knees gave out weakly when Kaiba's hand curled around his hardness, his fingers tightening with precision, making him gasp and see stars, reminding him exactly how long it had been since he'd touched himself or had been touched.
Kaiba grinned triumphantly and backed Yami against the stone bench in the shower, feeling the water shut off behind him when the sensor no longer detected them, and Yami's ass hit the surface with an enticing slap! as he sank into a sitting position on weak knees, and Kaiba followed him loyally with his head lowered, giving him a fiery bolt of heat radiating down his legs when Kaiba's mouth enveloped him completely, and his back hit the cold wall with another thin slap! his head spinning even more violently as he buried his fingers into soft threads of Kaiba's damp hair, reminding him of their first time together. It had been this same type of intensity, making him believe that their connection felt so natural, it had to be unnatural.
His body heaved with an orgasm way too fast, but he enjoyed it anyway, seeing Kaiba bury his head deeper and continue to suck him even though he'd already cum, intent on torturing him. A naughty tongue kept dragging through his sensitive slit, wrenching another shudder from him while he kicked his legs out while he tried to push Kaiba's shoulders away with his knees, but to no avail.
Payback! …Fucking payback! Kaiba thought wildly as he locked his arms around Yami's waist to keep him from squirming away and pocketed the tip of Yami's dick in his mouth, still rubbing his tongue up and down along the underside of his shaft to give him electric tingles, enjoying the ragged gasps and shameless begging for him to ease up. Nope. He was deaf.
"Kai…-b-ba, pl-lease!" Yami hissed through another shudder of hot pleasure as the mouth tightened viciously around the base of his dick and didn't let up, making him go limp as he leaned back against the wall to watch Kaiba lavish his half-erection in and out of his mouth, flashing him angry glares between thrusting his mouth down onto it and raising his head to give the tip more torturous rubs with the tip of his tongue until Yami felt like exploding again—and he did—his body convulsing from the overstimulation while his mind went blank, and he relaxed instantly, with a delicious fire still licking at the tips of his fingers and toes, warming him up nicely.
Satisfied to have sucked the struggled out of Yami, Kaiba stood up to dip his arms underneath Yami's legs and lifted him off the bench, carrying him out into the bedroom still soaking wet and dumping him unceremoniously onto the bed, falling on top of him to drag his hands up his sides and press his tongue into the soft curves of his tanned neck, finally feeling Yami relenting and locking his arms around the back of his neck and leaning into the pillows to arch into his touch.
Blindly grabbing the lube from the lower drawer, Kaiba swept his coated finger up and down Yami's hole, gazing into his blissful face while he teased the entrance and gently stretched the opening with two fingers. Yami's tensed, trembling in his arms as he relaxed into the feeling that made him leak sinfully, but he held out, intent on giving Yami a solid message: ignore me for a week and sex will be torturous.
Just when he felt Yami getting soft, Kaiba got up on his knees and prodded the head of his dick into the tightness, stretching him slowly and relishing in Yami's stiff gasp as he threw his head back and gripped the sheets underneath with white knuckles.
"F-Faster…." Yami insisted, and Kaiba ignored him, going as slow as he wanted to savor every ridge and every curve of his dick sliding into the welcoming heat.
Yami groggily propped himself up on his elbows, his body shaking as Kaiba tortured him on purpose, keeping his legs spread and pinning him down to inch himself in and out of his hole at an infuriatingly slow pace, giving him odd spasms here and there, only focusing on the visual down below and ignoring him. If this was a punishment, message received…!
"Can you please do it properly?" Yami snapped, jerking one leg out of Kaiba's grip and reaching down to spread his ass cheeks apart wider, aching to feel it more deeply. He wanted to be pounded until he forgot about the blueprints sitting downstairs.
"I am doing it properly. Doesn't it feel good?" Kaiba asked nonchalantly, giving him an evil grin and bucking his hips forward a centimeter. To his increasing joy, Yami got up and twisted himself around and backed up against his dick, his tanned ass hitting his stomach as he raised up high and tried to slam himself down, but all Kaiba had to do was rest his hand on Yami's lower back and keep him flat on the mattress again, enjoying the way he was vibrating with pent up energy.
"Please!" Yami shouted into the comforter beneath his chin, his eyes burning as he felt Kaiba staying unmoving behind him. Gods, the CEO was an egomaniac.
"Please what?" Kaiba asked impishly, flattening his hand out further over Yami's lower back, splaying his fingers out and enjoying the color contrast of his pale hand against Yami's dark skin. He wanted to hear Yami fucking say it.
Sorry for ignoring you all week.
Sorry for not wanting to fuck.
Sorry for working so much.
"Please. Fuck it." Yami growled as he glared at the bunched-up sheets underneath his cheek, his arousal waning due to rage, and to his rising irritation, Kaiba still didn't move.
Honestly, how angry was he?
"Until I'm satisfied?" Kaiba asked, flexing his thighs and waiting to hear the answer he knew was coming…
"Yes! Fuck y—"
Yami's breath left his chest in a tight huff when Kaiba leaned into him so hard, his throat constricted, and Kaiba's hand appeared beside his face while his body was rocked with passionate thrusts, melting him entirely while Kaiba's other hand wrapped around the front of his thighs to stroke his dick again, keeping his ass tightly pressed to their connection while his stomach churned with a heavy orgasm as Kaiba thrust into him so fast, he could barely register if it was going in or out—just that it felt good, like a long-lost high from a drug he'd sworn off.
Kaiba stared at the back of Yami's neck where pretty dots of sweat made his skin gleam, and he lowered his head to bite down on a sharp point against Yami's shoulder blade, earning a strangled gasp as Yami went limp underneath him, and he took this chance to sit back on his heels, grab Yami's thighs to drag them over the tops of his own thighs and buck his dick into the pink asshole that was waiting for him, his heart clenching with happiness when he noticed Yami had closed his eyes and gone quiet, his hand no longer twisting the sheets but limp at his sides while he kept thrusting into the hole that clenched every time he went in to the hilt, which was the only indicator that Yami was still consciously trying to reciprocate, but his body was too spent.
"I'm not satisfied yet," Kaiba said testily, and Yami's eyes flew open before they fluttered shut again as he accepted defeat.
Kaiba smirked to himself and picked up the pace, aiming to wear Yami out until he couldn't walk away from him anymore, so he let his breath out in a slow heave as he came thickly while still continuously pounding into Yami's tightness, hearing Yami let out a choking cry and reach around himself to sift his fingers through the semen to try and catch it from falling onto the sheets. Too late. It dripped through his knuckles and landed in a large puddle underneath his semi-hard penis. Fuck.
Ugh, Yami groaned and briefly drifted off into a heavenly cloud, the sweat and semen drying nicely off his body while Kaiba gave his ass a loud slap that made him wince.
"I want to do it again in an hour. Not satisfied," Kaiba announced cattily, and Yami shook his head wearily.
"I have w—"
"No. You don't," Kaiba's temper flared, and he contemplated sticking himself into Yami's ass and staying there, as a permanent lesson to Yami for 'working' so damn much.
"Suit yourself," came Yami's calm reply, and Kaiba swallowed his disappointment when Yami peeled himself off the sheets and wobbled into the bathroom to wash off again.
He eased off the bed and stalked after Yami into the bathroom, trying to catch him in the shower, but Yami dodged him with a laugh and stepped out the moment he stood under the water to avoid his hands from groping the backs of his thighs.
Pissed, Kaiba barely let the water graze his back and ass before he stepped out and threw on a towel, following Yami loyally while he watched him pull on a set of black loungewear and give him a sexy smile over his shoulder.
"Thank you for the pounding. I feel better," Yami commented, seeing Kaiba flush red.
"I don't." Kaiba retorted, still in his bathrobe as he followed Yami to the staircase and received a gentle hand on his chest, telling him to stay.
"Wait for me in my room, since we messed the sheets up on your bed," Yami said quietly, knowing this would get Kaiba off his back for a few minutes.
"I want an after-sex fuck," Kaiba insisted, and Yami gave him a warm squeeze on his forearm.
"Sounds good," Yami spared Kaiba a smile and hurried down the steps to grab the plans from the coffee table downstairs, gathering it all into the box with the police insignia, his heart sticking to the back of his throat as his fingers closed over the USB.
This was fine.
Kaiba was an understanding partner.
Author's note:
Awwww kaiba finally gets to let off some steam! And we meet joey in this universe!